This queen is in prison. She's losing her head and fighting for her soul.
This queen is losing her mind, but keeping her throne.
Peace doesn't come easy to power in Schiller's marvellous,turbulent play. Who can you trust? The Earl of Leicester? Maybe not.
You are always surrounded by powerful men with hidden agendas.
The Queen may feel a little like our Secretary of State;
Perhaps a walk in the park will give you a taste of freedom.
But before long you'll be brought to your knees.
And the worst is to yet to come: "Who will save me from my savior?"
Disaster strikes with blurring intensity
And leaves just as suddenly.
What do to with an order for an execution? It looks like catastrophic regicide.
The Queen tells him: "Do Your Job."
The Lord High Treasurer wants you dead.
Journey's end is lover's meeting (as every wise man's son doth know):
But in the end, you are alone.
With your conscience.
And with yourself.